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The Green River

Today, the river is green. Clumps of broad-leafed plants stretch from bank to bank, spinning in delicate patterns as they are pulled into eddies that ripple from the centre, where…


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Mine's Not A High Horse

After that confrontation You left me wringing my cold hands We shared some information We might not recover from And I watch your convictions Melt like ice cubes in an ocean You were so poorly cast…


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Enter Bangkok

I thrash back and forth for an hour in the pre-dawn fuzz before giving up and hauling myself upright. The air-con has clicked off at some time during the night,…


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Easy

I am easy, easy to keep. Honey, you please me even in your sleep. But my arms want to carry. My heart wants to hold. Tell me your worries. I want to be told. Sit, and see…


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Champurrado

“It says three times.” “All the way to the boil?” “Yeah, do I whisk it still? It’s bubbling, look” The pot stacked with molinillos sits by the window, where it always has, and…


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